' for all the hoppin' cretins Cretin, cretin Gonna go for a whirl with my cretin girl My feet won't stop doin' the cretin hop Cretin, Cretin One two
' absolutely nothin' okay Why don't you get a hula hoop? And do the cretin hop and Cretin family, cretin family, Cretin family, everyone's against me Cretin family, cretin family, cretin
Put on my raving shoes and I boarded a plane Touched down in the land where the skies were blue In the middle of the pouring rain Everybody was happy,
Ooo Cagey, what you got? What you got there, dummy? What you got there, man? Ooo Cagey, what you got? What you got there, honey? What is it, a worm?
Facem slalom printre cretini zi de zi Intr-o lume mica si murdara asa cum o stii Prostii par conceputi pe cale artificiala Ca sunt multi ai-dracu si n
(s macdonald) No I won't be saying goodbye any time soon and i I promise not to be an asshole I could give my all for our good if you can then I would
No matter how hard I try I always find a reason why To waste my day with you I got a list of demands and no antidote Green thumb on my hand and some hope
Blackbeard the Santa tosses the old roman a Greek salad.
Raving and drooling I fell on his neck with a scream He had a whole lotta Terminal shock in his eyes That's what you get For pretending the rest are not
Hangin' out in the commode Listening to Depeche Mode You look like some kind of toad Why are you a moron? Got a skateboard, gnarly rad With money from
I can't stop raving I can't stop raving I can't stop raving ...
Hey Hey everyone, look who?s talkin? now (Hey) You?re everything we care about Hey, look at you, you?re what we wanna be (Hey) We should check you out
One 'n one is eleven! Two 'n two is twenty-two! Won't somebody kindly tell me, What's the government is tryin' t' do... Dickie's just to tricky For a
[includes parts of the leather conversation] [Hammersmith Odeon, London February 17, 1979 engineer: Mick Glossop FZ lead guitar Warren Cuccurullo electric
Don't give a damn what I say 'coz I'm out of my mind Punk ass motherfucker son of a gun, just one of a kind Ripped the system and burnt the shreds, no
Raving Winds (Robert Burns) Raving winds around her blowing, Yellow leaves the woodlands strowing, By a river hoarsely roaring, Isabella stray'd
a cretin - can't you see She's a cretin - a sickie She's a cretin - and I'm hoping that she'll hop away from me Cretin, Cretin, oh she's a cretin
We're getting faster ! This, is the real, Hardcore ! Alright ! FASTER !